I cooked. I ate. I put my plate in the dishwasher.
I let it go.
I took a shower. Washed my hair. Made it possible for me to go to work in the morning with food to eat there and a snappy outfit. Snappy is overselling it. I will be there with clothes on that will not get me fired – my usual bar. I may, all things going well, paint my nails.
I thought about the man who is not my boyfriend. If I let that go, what does that mean?
I got the external fan going on my hot little laptop.
I need to read a book and not just a business book for work. My word well is running dangerously dry.
I need to get back into my body even if the body says no. Or yes. Or needs a stronger mind at the till to direct it one way or another. Floating around is not all it’s cracked up to be.